Author   |
Title |
Description |
Date |
Rank |
| Elobo |
Galvanized Insanity |
In the strange string of spacetime known as Moonside, both abstract notion and mundane normality are twisted together and made one. The creativity of its people bleed into the world and become tangible and terrible. Dali's Clock is no exception. The nature of Moonside is always in sway, and the Clock can ebb with its tide better than most. Time is easy to master where it is not so absolute.
|
4/29/09 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Gimme Hope, Juana! |
Like her 'sisters,' Juana uses her beauty and wiles to play upon the lust of her enemies. She is, however, much more powerful than the others in the series. She can 'shape' raw psychic energy effortlessly to produce truly terrifying PSI. Often taking up the roll of leader in an attack group, she is not afraid to get her hands dirty. And when she does, few are left standing. This lady is lethal.
|
5/3/09 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Gnashing in the Depths |
(Earthbound 64) A creature of tooth and tongue gropes its way through the unseen caves of the world. Those who make it their folly to venture deep into the womb of mother earth will meet creatures that are, in contrast, unearthly. Leave them hiding in their dour shadows, and stay toward the light. Grues come in many veiled dangers.
|
7/25/09 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Good Vibrations |
Every step. Every sound. Every swing. Every hit. The Electrospecter vibrates with it all, a giant tuning fork of raw, transcendent power. Its incomprehensible body shifting and changing with each tremendous oscillation. Constant resonance, shattering barriers and draining the life from your weary bones. Press on as hard as possible... every movement sends a new wave of raw force hurtling your way. This conducting menace plays for keeps.
|
4/16/09 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Grinning Devil |
Ousted by the stone idols of a fallen tribe, the remnants of both Agrillan tribes remained covetous of their homeland. Progress shifted towards malice, and constructs such as these were a result. Simple in design, deadly in execution. It came wearing a toothy grin on its face and carrying a belly full of fire. They were meant to be expended, but they were beyond precious – made from some of the last meager resources the tribes could pull together. They should have entangled the idols with chain, hook, and magnetic clasp. But they were changed by the spiritual discord of the land, became autonomous. and the homeland slipped farther from the people’s grasp.
|
11/9/09 |
0.00 |
